How Much Does A Granite Gave Stone Cost

ORIGINAL F / M, Backstage

Title: Behind the scenes
Fandom: Original
Cast: Emily . Arthur
Party: 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic
Alerts: PWP, Lemon, explicit language
Word Count: 881
Notes: Written for the p0rn fest!






The stage lights went out, plunges into the theater almost total darkness except for the red glow that lit up the stairs to the exit.
The dark curtain that separated the stage from the space behind the scenes while Emily shook it touched laughing, then turns to Arthur and leaning with his back against a wall. The man smiled at the dancer, approaching.
That evening she danced his choreography and was perfect, he created the character he had imagined for a moment, one shining moment, he had heard her.
almost put her in fear hands on her hips, feeling the lace of her skirt under her fingers, the loops of satin and hooks, breathed its fragrance, a blend of strawberry and sweaty skin, his bubble bath. Too sweet.
"Emily, I wanted so much."
The girl laughed, stroking his cheek with slender fingers, her eyes bright blacks.
"Really?"
Arthur closed his eyes, tilting her head against the cool hand, trying to come closer for a kiss on the neck lay them bare.
"Yes, for years."
"Well, then perhaps it is time that we try very hard."
He stopped, afraid to have misunderstood, and looked into her face in low light: the dancer smiled, lowering his hands and started to open his pants.


Arthur clasped his hands on her hips, moaning as he walked slowly up her eyelids tight feeling in your State make their way in hot and humid opening. Possessed slowly, a few inches at a time. The dancer lifted a leg, anchored to his pelvis and he rolled his eyes, feeling the hot breath on her neck, feeling the call to enter the body with more strength. He pushed gently against the wall, increasing the strength and speed, However, always careful not to hurt her, rejoicing that softness, that welcome him and give him his pleasure. He was feeling ecstatic, for the passion he felt for the love that made him float to the relationship that was giving everything he had desired that he had seen her first dance.
How long have you loved her and how she had started working on the choreography just for her, hoping she liked, he wanted to work with him, he wanted to approach them?
"You're too old." Perhaps for her it was a joke, because it was only five years older than her, yet he had been ill and had soon realized that she was serious: he would never have been possible. Until that evening.
Emily groaned, throwing her head back and began to puff, letting his voice fill the space between them and the dressing rooms, each other and the stage. In
understand that it is almost to the point of no return, Arthur stopped, preparing to retire from her, but she's planted the red painted nails into his back, biting his neck almost eagerly, making pants out a surprise.
blew a few words in his ear, skin sensitive and flushed where a few drops of sweat rolled up already.
"Do not quit."
"You sure?"
And though his voice had seemed insecure in himself, or perhaps because of it, was astonished to hear her answer softly.
"Yes"
The contented, happy, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from the chest, as if she had said that he trusted, and came again to push inside her heart running to see her arch until his pleasure is not really exploded, satisfaction, letting it fill her womb with him, warming even more.

He tried to hold it between his arms, trying to kiss her on the lips, but she turned face away and pushed him with his hands on his chest. Get the idea, slowly moved away from her, freeing them from their narrow and observations: happy and beautiful, despite the bun that gave way and broken strands that fell to touch her neck, her breasts much more visible than before the neckline .
Emily smiled slyly, as if to say that the game was not yet finished, and went down into the man's gaze followed the woman's hands and this surprised him once again rebounded the skirt that had just fallen heavily to cover its toned legs. Arthur
For a moment she wondered if she was inviting him to do it again but his mind when he died when he realized that what she wanted was simply that he observed.
In the dim light he noticed the white stream of sperm slid down her thighs up and swallowed, while the erection was trembling with excitement returned to him. Emily stroked, closely following the reactions of him calmly pushed his fingers into herself, turning the wrist, move slowly, picking up traces of your orgasm and the man before removing them, holding it to his lips.
Arthur put his hand to the erection, stroking unconsciously, trying to calm the excitement that was causing the view that, while with the tip of her tongue tasted the flavor.
"Of course you are really good." The woman broke away from the wall, approaching him, tying his arms around his neck, push your pelvis against hers.
"You know, maybe I might even let you fuck me in the future."